Chapter 259: 3P (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 259: 3P (3)
Slurp… Squelch…
A wet, rhythmic sound echoed through the hotel room, the unmistakable noise of something being greedily sucked.
“Is it delicious, Adler dear?”
“…….”
Isaac Adler didn’t answer. His face was flushed a deep, feverish crimson as he remained buried against the professor’s chest, suckling hungrily at her breast.
“If it’s delicious, just give me a nod.”
“……..”
“See? I knew you’d enjoy it.”
When Adler gave a shy, hesitant nod while stealing a glance at Moriarty, she let out a low, melodic chuckle and gently stroked his hair.
“Don’t you agree this is far better than some flat, unimpressive chest?”
“What…?”
“I’m genuinely curious what that brat plans to do if she ever has a child. Will the poor baby starve because she can’t even provide a decent meal?”
“…….”
Moriarty casually tossed the provocation toward Charlotte, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, grinding her teeth and glaring daggers at her.
“Oh, if you ever find yourself in need of a wet nurse, do let me know. I’d gladly lend one of my ample breasts to substitute for your pitifully inadequate—”
Bang!
“…Oh dear, what’s all this now?”
Before Moriarty could finish her insult, Charlotte lunged forward, her eyes blazing with fury. But the professor simply lowered her voice and gestured toward Adler, who was still utterly entranced, latched onto her nipple.
“Do you want Adler to get hurt again?”
“Ugh…”
“Or perhaps you want him to pounce on you again?”
That silenced Charlotte. Her mouth snapped shut, her retort dying in her throat.
Was it Adler’s imagination, or did he momentarily see a flash of the same crushed self-esteem that had lingered on Charlotte’s face just days ago?
“…Phew.”
Noticing the tension, Adler hesitantly pulled away from Moriarty’s breast, glancing at Charlotte with a mixture of guilt and unease.
“No, no, Adler.”
“Ah.”
“Come here. Just lie down on my lap for a moment.”
Before Adler could even process the command, Moriarty gently guided him down onto her thighs. A languid, predatory smile spread across her face as she resumed stroking his hair.
“Now, isn’t this every man’s dream?”
“…….!”
Before he could respond, Moriarty pressed her breast back into his mouth while her other hand wrapped firmly around his cock.
Tap, tap, tap…
“Go on. Indulge yourself as much as you like.”
As the sweet liquid began to seep into his mouth and the rhythmic motion of her hand intensified, Adler’s mind began to dissolve into a hopeless, hazy fog.
“Good boy, that’s it…”
Moriarty herself was clearly aroused by the twisted nature of the scene.
“You’re just like a baby…”
For a woman who had only recently begun to grasp the concept of love by equating it to "maternal affection," this obscene act—which perverted that very instinct—evoked an overwhelming sense of forbidden pleasure.
Drip…
A transparent nectar began to trickle down from the professor’s damp slit. Beneath her hand, Adler’s cock twitched intermittently, betraying his desperate struggle for self-control.
“Finding it hard to hold back?”
“……..”
“Then just let it all out.”
At that precise moment, a soft, coaxing voice whispered directly into Adler’s ear.
“Hngh…!”
The fact that the voice belonged to Professor Moriarty—a woman capable of cold-blooded murder without a second thought—only served to heighten Adler’s sense of forbidden ecstasy.
Splurt, nibble!
“Ahh… biting is against the rules, you know.”
Adler, unable to contain himself any longer, bit down lightly on the professor’s breast. His hips bucked as he released thick, white streams of seed.
“Still, you’ve done well…”
Moriarty turned her head, intending to savor the sight of his cock pulsing and staining her hand with his essence. But mid-sentence, her words faltered.
Slurp… ♥︎
“……..”
Charlotte had somehow managed to wrap her soft lips around the tip of Adler’s cock, carefully collecting every drop of his semen into her mouth.
“You dare…!”
Gulp…
The professor froze in shock. She reached out in haste, but it was too late—Adler’s sticky, viscous semen had already slid down Charlotte’s throat.
“Tastes just like milk.”
“…….”
Charlotte’s casual remark was accompanied by a sly, triumphant grin, which only deepened the murderous scowl on Moriarty’s face.
“Urk…!”
“Professor!”
The tension reached a breaking point as Moriarty lunged, her hand wrapping tightly around Charlotte’s neck. Adler, who had been lying dazed on the bed, scrambled to sit up.
“You promised!”
“…….”
“You don’t want a repeat of that day, do you? Right?”
His words struck a chord instantly. Moriarty’s hand trembled with suppressed rage before she finally, reluctantly, let go of Charlotte’s throat.
“Haa…”
The professor sighed deeply, her expression radiating frustration at her inability to simply snap Charlotte’s neck. She turned away, calmly kneeling on the floor.
Shuffle…
Lowering herself further, she leaned into a prone position, pressing her body submissively against the ground.
“Ah…”
The sight triggered a flashback in Adler’s mind—their very first encounter. He stared blankly, mesmerized by the familiar, provocative pose.
“What are you waiting for?”
She pressed her hips back slightly toward him, her whisper barely audible yet dripping with invitation.
“…Hurry and put it in.”
As if bewitched, Adler’s body tilted forward involuntarily.
Slide…
“……..?”
Just as Adler moved closer, a victorious smirk appeared on Moriarty’s lips—hidden from his view. But in the small space beneath her poised figure, Charlotte suddenly slipped in, her unexpected maneuver catching them both off guard.
“What the…”
“Ah, ahh… it’s not over yet, is it?”
The professor, now unintentionally pinning Charlotte beneath her, grimaced at the sensation of their chests and stomachs pressing together. She opened her mouth to protest, but Charlotte spoke first.
“Ad-Adler hasn’t completely decided to go with you yet…”
“Hah?”
“S-So… he could still choose me…”
A heavy silence filled the room.
“…Pfft.”
The professor let out a small, mocking scoff. She looked down at the teary-eyed Charlotte and whispered in a venomous tone.
“No male would feel lust for such a pitiful, underdeveloped body.”
“………”
“Compared to this childish figure, it’s only natural that he’d prefer my mature body, isn’t it?”
But just as Charlotte’s expression darkened…
Squish!
“”………!””
Without warning, Adler’s cock slipped between their overlapping slits.
“…Ah, sorry.”
“”……….””
“You were… stacked so closely together.”
The strange sensation caused both women to freeze, their eyes wide in shock. Adler’s voice, tinged with a new, darker edge, echoed a moment later.
Grind…
“Uh, um… but…”
His voice began to tremble slightly, though not from fear.
Grind…
“…This actually feels quite nice.”
The next moment, Adler’s cock, which had partially withdrawn, slid once again between their tightly pressed folds.
“W-What…”
“G-Get away from me…”
The peculiar, undeniably sensual sensation made both women flinch. As their eyes met, they exchanged looks of mutual disgust, attempting to push each other away.
Grab!
“Hngh?”
Suddenly, Adler grabbed the back of the professor’s neck, pressing her firmly against Charlotte’s body with overwhelming strength.
“Stay still, you fucking bitches in heat.”
“…Adler?”
“Stop your damn whining and squirming…”
The professor, startled by his sudden aggression, managed a confused response, but Adler’s cold voice cut her off.
“Just shut up and keep your cunts ready…”
“Uuhh?”
“Ah?!”
As Adler’s cock began to heat up and throb intensely between their pressed lower abdomens, both women involuntarily let out soft moans.
“Listen up. I’m giving you five seconds. If you don’t want to pass out from hyperventilation, start breathing now.”
“”………?””
Adler’s icy command sent a shiver down their spines. Caught off guard, the two women instinctively clasped each other’s hands in a panic.
“…I warned you, didn’t I?”
Watching them closely, Adler let a sly smirk curl his lips before burying his face into the professor’s shoulder.
“Y-You… Just what in hell did you do to Adler?” Charlotte whispered urgently to the professor, sensing something was terribly wrong.
“I-I didn’t do anything…”
“Don’t lie to me! Speak up!”
In the brief silence that followed, the professor, sweating profusely from a chill she had rarely felt in her life, avoided Charlotte’s gaze and quietly confessed.
“…I only played a tiny little trick with the breast milk.”
Silence descended.
“You… you…”
Charlotte was the first to break it, fully aware of what happened when Adler consumed alcohol or drugs. But before she could finish her thought—
Squelch!
“You absolute idiottttttttt!”
Charlotte’s sharp, delicate scream echoed as Adler’s cock suddenly plunged deep inside her unprepared pussy. Her body twisted helplessly, caught completely off guard by the abrupt penetration of his thick meat.
“Ah…?”
Meanwhile, the professor, who had been watching Charlotte’s reaction with a dazed expression, slowly turned her head as she felt a subtle glare.
“…Adler, why…?”
“Why, you ask?”
Adler fixed her with a cold stare, furrowing his brows.
“I made it very clear, didn’t I?”
“W-What exactly…?”
“That you had to convince me logically why I should choose you first.”
The professor flinched visibly.
“…Not by spiking your breast milk, Professor.”
Adler’s sharp remark drove the point home, leaving her momentarily breathless.
“Professor, I’m disappointed in you.”
“Ad-Adler…”
“Why don’t you just masturbate while watching Charlotte’s face for a while, huh?”
Still frowning, Adler grabbed the professor by the scruff of her neck, forcing her to look directly at Charlotte’s flushed, contorted expression.
“B-But…!”
Smack!
“…Ahh!?”
Before she could offer an excuse, Adler’s hand came down on her ass hard enough to leave a bright red handprint.
“Shut up and masturbate already.”
“…….”
The professor, who had likely never been struck by anyone in her life, stood frozen. Her head was bowed in silent submission, though her trembling buttocks betrayed her humiliation. Adler leaned closer, his voice a low, menacing whisper.
“Who knows? If you try hard enough, I just might fuck you too.”
The professor blinked at him for a moment before, with a defeated expression, she lowered her hand to her slick, dripping slit.
“……Yes.”
It was at that moment that the bedroom tyrant was born.
*
An unknown passage of time later.
“Hello, everyone!”
Mycrony cheerfully announced her arrival. Having finished her leisurely bath downstairs, she was fully prepared for the night. She swung open the door to the VIP room with confidence and stepped inside.
“What on earth are you all doing in here, setting up such top-tier barriers and… huh?”
As her eyes took in the scene, she froze. Her mind went blank, unable to process the sight before her. For the first time in her life, she was rendered speechless.
“Hngh, ahh… uhh…”
“Haahh… ahhh…”
Charlotte and the professor were both sprawled face down on the bed, trembling. Their hips were raised high, their thighs dripping with a mixture of thick, white cum and their own sticky juices.
Slick, squelch…
“Hmm?”
Adler, casually plunging his fingers between their soaked, twitching slits, turned his head when he noticed Mycrony in the doorway.
“Miss Mycrony.”
Splurt!
Drip, squirt…
At that very moment, another spurt of liquid gushed out from the two women’s abused entrances, as if on cue, causing their bodies to spasm violently.
“…Care to join us?”
Mycrony, staring in a daze, felt a cold bead of sweat slide down her temple as she processed the invitation.
“…Once my little sister gets a grip on herself, sure.”
A smile brimming with deliciously sinful intent crept across her lips, betraying her growing intrigue at the debauched spectacle she had just walked into.